I cried that night.
I cried while doing it.
I cried because I want to continue.
I also cried because that should stop.
I have to.
YOU ARE READING
Life Of An Ordinary
PoesíaThis is the life of a person with so much to say but cannot tell, and because of it she turned it into a poem with a lot of pain that kept her going. This is not as beautiful as others; it has scars and wounds that are very much not healing as time...
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I cried that night.
I cried while doing it.
I cried because I want to continue.
I also cried because that should stop.
I have to.
